Winterreise A Journey into Winter


When the snow flies in my face
I just brush it aside.
When my heart speaks in my breast
I sing aloud with pride.

I don’t hear what it says to me,
I have no ears for that;
I don’t respond to its complaints,
It's only fools do that.

Joyfully I face the world
In the teeth of wind and rain.
And if there is no God here on Earth,
We’re gods of this domain.